Well, I kinda just died.

I'm terribly sorry, just been pretty damn busy. But here we are, with another chapter! I swear I'll update more frequently after this T_T.

I've also made some changes in the earlier chapters, changing some OOC things they said. Thanks for Dagashi Senpai for helping me do that. Also to the crack shipping guy for helping me with this.

Last chapter I talked about how NT21 was out. Now NT22 is out lmfao. It's been a long time. Index anime isn't very good, NT22 ended with hype, and Accel PV came out. Good times.

Now its time for review *clap* review *clap*

Game2002: Maybe, but it's been a theory that Dabi is Todoroki Touya for a while. I believe it's true. And yeah, Othinus reactions would be hilarious.

Adislt: But he has the capturing weapon. Maybe he got in recommended as well. Besides, the recommendation exam is real. It's been revealed in a flashback by Yoarashi in the License arc, and there was about 40 people, which I inferred from the numbers on their shirts. So I decided to make more of it. It isn't pointless, 40 people, 5 people will go through, 8% chance. In the real one, thousands apply, but only 36 go through. Much better chances with recommendation.

Wargame-sama: Sorry. There will be more Index characters coming to the world of MHA soon though

Kian Xki: First off, thanks for the in depth reviews, and your views on how IB would affect Mutation type quirks. They will certainly help when deciding. I decided to change IB's official quirk name, because if a quirk is named "imagine breaker", it would attract a lot of attention. Besides, many quirk names do not sound flashy, and just reflect what they do. I took your OOC advice, and changed it as well, so thanks for that.

IllusionBreaker: Yeet. Hope this is good enough.

Sagnik Deb: Here I am

Jose19: He sure does.

Suzululu4moe: He sure does. He'll get his time, especially in this chapter.

Wtb39230: Mission accomplished.

Gh0st's buddy: Gosh darnit Goose.

TorrentAB: Wew thanks for that! I don't like MC that are too overpowered, the story would get boring and burn out soon. Much better for Kamijou to get stronger in the course of this story. Hope you enjoy this chapter!

Thanks for the positive comments, all of you. I really appreciate it, and all of your reviews are what is keeping me writing. I might be rusty, this chapter might be a bit meh, so please leave reviews. I have big plans for this story, which will include my other story, which is about Thor. Go check it out.

Without further ado, lesgo!

Disclaimer: I do not own Toaru Majutsu no Index or Boku no Hero Academia.

-"Again!" All Might called out to Kamijou, who was clutching his right hand. "Kamijou, you have to learn this before tomorrow. The recommendation exam is a lot harder than you'd think it is."

"Oh really?" Kamijou raised his eyebrows. "Do tell."

All Might sighed. "Well, first off, there are over 40 participants, and they only accept 5 or 6 every year for the hero course. Do you have confidence that you'll outperform 35 other people in physical tests when they have feat enhancing superpowers?"

"Probably not. But there are other tests, right? It wouldn't be rational to rank people just from physical ability, am I right?" Kamijou asked, showing his insightfulness.

"Yes, but I can't tell you yet. Your combat abilities will be tested, and if you do exceptionally well in that, your rank will rise considerably." All Might told him. "It is your best chance, so you need to have a trump card in your arsenal."

"But-" Kamijou started, but All Might cut him off.

"By the way, if you fail this test, you'll be automatically entered into the normal entrance test, and that would include you fighting robots." All Might cheerfully said. "You'll get devoured in seconds!"

Kamijou did not like fighting robots. They were made out of metal, and punching metal hurt. Even his abnormal right hand had no effect on them. "Alright, I'll do my best in the recommendation exam, then."

"Good." All Might beamed. "Now try it again, the move which I was teaching you to do."

'How does he know what my right hand can do anyway? It's a bit strange, but his own power is a bit strange as well. Maybe he is giving me his own experience from managing his own power…' Kamijou speculated.

In reality, All Might only had this information for Kamijou's new move because of Nezu's intense research about that right arm in the past week. The new move was called Lion's Roar, and it had been recorded in a rare old occult book which Nezu had obtained for himself.

The details of the move were sent to All Might by an encrypted email. If Kamijou could truly learn this move, it would make him much more powerful than he was before. It was a long-range move which allows Imagine Breaker to be pushed out of the medium, and negate everything in front of it.

If this was true, he could get rid of his glaring weakness of long ranged attacks and would be a useful trump card, a way to decisively win a match. It would work well in the exam, as the one fight is crucial if Kamijou wanted to pass. Barely anyone won that match, but All Might believed that Kamijou could.

But the problem was how Kamijou would learn to perform this move. The email that he got said that Imagine Breaker needed to 'push' it's power out of the medium, but when he told that to Kamijou, all he got was a blank questioning face. All Might then told Kamijjou he needed to make a physical pushing motion, and that's what they had done ever since

All Might wanted to try something new. "Ok, this isn't working." He wrecked his brain to think of a solution. He turned to Kamijou. "Does your right arm feel… Different from your left arm?"

Kamijou frowned and held his right arm out. "Not really. Maybe I do, but I've had this arm for so long, I really don't know the difference, but maybe there is if I focus on it when it's negating something."

All Might turned into his muscle form. "Try to touch me, and focus on your right hand and the sensation that you feel." He gestured to his back. "Go on, then."

Kamijou walked forward reluctantly. "Well, if you say so." He tapped his right hand onto All Might, and began feeling for anything different from his left arm.

With a sound of shattering glass, All Might deflated back into his true form. "Well?" he asked.

"Yes… there's some kind of heavy feeling in my right arm... it's barely noticeable, though. If I wasn't concentrating, there's no way I could have felt this." Kamijou said. He looked at his right hand. Was this a path towards using Imagine Breaker more effectively? The God's Right Seat member Terra of the Left did say that he was misusing it.

"Brilliant." All Might turned back into his muscle form. "Now try to focus on that feeling, and push it out of your right hand." He pointed his thumb at himself. "Try to get me out of my muscle form."

Kamijou almost forgot that feeling of heaviness, but he focused on trying to remember that feeling, and found himself quickly being able to emulate that feeling in his mind.

"Ok," Kamijou strained his right arm. He focused on that heavy feeling, and he suddenly felt it in his right arm. 'So I have to pushhhhhhh…' He made a full sweeping motion with his right hand clenched.

When his hand was positioned straight towards All Might, he stopped his hand and made a physical pushing motion, spreading his fingers outwards and straightening his entire right arm. In his mind, he imagined that heavy feeling leaving his right hand, blitzing straight towards All Might.

A sound like an F1 car came out of his hand, and All Might turned back into his true form. 'Wow. It actually worked.' thought an amazed All Might. 'If he could master this move, it would completely cover his weakness of long ranged attacks.'

After thinking that, a cold feeling washed over All Might. He froze in shock. His body would not move, and as suddenly as it appeared, it disappeared. 'That was the invisible power within Kamijou's hand…' He looked over. "Was that…"

Kamijou took a deep breath. "Yeah, it was. I had a feeling this might happen." He looked at his hand. "Now Imagine Breaker's back to seal it."

"Seems like the attack removes Imagine Breaker from your right hand for a moment. At that moment, the Invisible Thing comes out. Since the feeling I got from being exposed to it wasn't as bad as last time, and since nothing came out of the arm, some of the power that Imagine Breaker has was converted outside of the right arm and sent outside." All Might analysed.

"This makes this move a risky one to use. You need to learn to control how much of Imagine Breaker you send out each time you use it. Think of a percentage, and focus on that. Think of it like an egg in a microwave," All Might suggested. "Control it and use enough power to not let it break."

Kamijou was still uneasy. "But it's risky. I rather not make use of this new technique if it involves something so potentially dangerous."

"I can see what you're getting at, but it'd be a good idea to just save this move as a trump card, and lower the percentage of Imagine Breaker used when using that move to something that would not cause a difference in the activity of the Invisible Thing." All Might offered.

Kamijou considered this. "Alright. But we'll have to experiment with the percentages. I'll only use the percentages of Imagine Breaker which wouldn't have any effect on the power within."

They tested out percentages from one to five per cent, and found that the Invisible Thing didn't erupt out on everything between those values. 5% was pushing it a bit, and Touma could sense some kind of uneasy feeling within his arms after using it.

By the end of the day, he had learnt to control the percentages with absolute concentration. For safety reasons, he would always double check his control over his power. As a result, his new technique took a little over half a second to deploy.

It was already dark by the time the two had finished their session. "I'm glad you've learned to use the technique by the end of today. Tomorrow is the big day after all. The entrance exam for recommended students." All Might said to Kamijou. "Make sure you get a good meal when you get back, and sleep as early as possible."

Kamijou promised he would do that, and returned to his dorm. 'I wonder how Todoroki is doing. I haven't seen him since the Endeavor incidence.'

After the fight had concluded, both Kamijou and Todoroki had been taken to hospital for a checkup. Both had no severe injuries, and Kamijou was given permission to leave the next day. When he checked his phone on social media as well as newspapers and television, he was surprised by the amount of attention given to the 'illusion killer', who was revealed to be the one fighting Endeavor with All Might.

Unfortunately, this time, his face wasn't censored. His age was revealed, as well as his stature and appearance. This was going to be a problem.

As he expected, many people recognised his face on his way back home. 'So is this the life of a celebrity? Such misfortune!'

The next day, Kamijou woke up at 7 in the morning sharp. He was not going to allow his misfortune to mess that day up. The time he needed to get to U.A was 8:30, and it took him roughly 15 minutes to walk to the campus. It also usually takes him 30 minutes to get ready, but he figured he'd give himself some more time. Just in case.

Strangely nothing really misfortunate happened when he got ready. Sure, he slipped in the bathroom, and broke a plate, but it didn't really take much time to get over that.

On his way to the school, nothing much happened as well. He dropped his wallet and coins spilt out onto the road, some even to the drain. He feared the worse, but the coins which rolled down the drain were just one yen coins. His losses were bearable.

'There's got to be a catch somewhere.' thought Kamijou. 'My luck today isn't that good, but compared to the average, its pretty good.' He feared the worse was yet to come. It would obviously happen at the Entrance Exam, which was one of the events he couldn't let his misfortune mess

He got to U.A 30 minutes early. He was not the first one there, there were a couple of others already there, including Todoroki. They were gathered at the reception area. Some were sitting at all types of different chairs, while some were standing up. Todoroki was one of the people standing up.

While walking up to greet him, he gave notice to a couple of other students, especially the ones who were more noticeable. He also gave off a noticeable aura, which made multiple students recognise his face from the news. Whispers were instantly heard throughout the room.

One was a girl who had long black hair with a fancy hairdo. Much of her skin was exposed, which of course appealed to a growing boy like Kamijou.

Todoroki noticed Kamijou walking his way, and so he bluntly addressed him. "Hello, Kamijou. What is it that you want."

Kamijou was used to Todoroki's cold demeanour and glossed over it. "I just wanted to say hi. Besides, I haven't seen you since the incident with Endeavor. I also wanted to ask you how it was going with yourself, and him. Are your injuries healing up nicely?"

"They were nothing serious themselves. Do not worry about me." Todoroki replied. It seemed like he was trying to concentrate for the upcoming exam.

"Good to hear." Kamijou smiled at him. "So how's Endeavor? Is he alright?"

Todoroki visibly seemed more guarded when Kamijou mentioned his name. "He still has injuries and will not be continuing as a hero for about a month. However, he has been dismissed from the hospital and stays at home."

Kamijou sighed. It was good to know that Endeavor's injuries were healing, but the relationship between father and son was still icy at best. "Is your relationship any better?"

Todoroki hesitated. "Well, he has been acting more… subdued lately. Not as short-tempered. He doesn't snap at us which is a nice change of pace." Todoroki made eye contact with Kamijou. "So thank you. Our relationship might never heal, but it won't get any worse."

Kamijou smiled happily. "Good to hear." It was good progress on his part. "So anyway-"

The sound of heavy wind interrupted Kamijou mid-sentence. A towering figure stood in the doorway to the room. "Plusssssss ULTRA" The figure yelled, wind blowing into the room.

The wind was nothing substantial, but Kamijou's arm still went off. A sound of shattering glass was heard over the silence. Everyone paid attention to the new, quirky individual.

"Ahhhh, the great U.A.! I've always wanted to say it in the very campus!" The hyperactive boy looked over at Kamijou, singling out from the crowd. He pushed his way forward towards Kamijou, with everyone looking.

"Eh?" Kamijou said startled. "Me?" he said while pointing to himself. Todoroki quietly vanished to the shadows and sat down on a chair, not wanting to get involved with ty, he noisy boy.

Kamijou took a good long look at the boy. His most distinctive features were his shaved head, and his heavy, muscular build. But what caught his attention after that was the huge grin on his face and his eyes burning with passion.

"Yes, you!" The boy laughed heartily. "Don't think I didn't see you completely stopping my wind with your fist! What's more, is that you're the person who fought with All Might on the news! The Illusion Killer! I saw your fight: what passion! What intensity! It's an honour taking the exam by your side!"

Kamijou, not used to this kind of praise and attention sheepishly said, "Gee, thanks. You seem like a nice guy, what's your name? Mine's Kamijou Touma." He offered, introducing himself to the boy.

"Inasa Yoarashi. I hope we'll get along here, and pass this exam together!" Yoarashi enthusiastically offered his hand to Kamijou to shake, and Kamijou obliged.

'What a firm grip' Kamijou thought while shaking his hand with Yoarashi. He seemed like a cool guy, and he's definitely one of the most potent candidates, considering the nature of his quirk and his body strength.

Todoroki, being Todoroki ignored the hotheaded boy. Associating with such a kind in such a critical time would hinder his concentration and would, therefore, affect his performance in the later test. He just gave Yoarashi a quick glare with his cold eyes.

Yoarashi was surprisingly taken aback by this. He kept quiet, which was unusual to see, especially after the hyperactive display of personality when he first arrived. Kamijou, who noticed something wrong with Yoarashi, quickly excused Todoroki. "Don't worry about him. He's naturally like that, he doesn't mean it. He just wants to focus on the upcoming exam."

Yoarashi, after hearing that, got a bit of his fiery personality back. "Oh. I guess some people would be pretty nervous about this exam, huh?"

'He isn't feeling nervous at all?' Kamijou wondered. He took a closer look into Yoarashi's eyes, and found determination in them. No hesitation was present, nor was there any fear or anxiousness. He really was the real deal. He was a strong contender for one of the 5 spots available for recommendation.

Yoarashi didn't show it, but he was genuinely disturbed by the eyes that Shouto Todoroki had glared upon him. He knew of course who Todoroki was. Everyone in the room knew that he was the son of Endeavor, the famed Number 2 hero.

But Yoarashi knew those eyes. Those cold eyes were the very same that belonged to his own father, Endeavor. He had had past experiences with Endeavor, and that made him resentful of him.

Yoarashi hid his feelings and continued smiling. He would try to get to know Todoroki better, and decide if he was the same as his father in this exam.

When the time came, a man came into the room. He wore a ridiculous outfit, with a boom box on his voicebox. Kamijou remembered reading about him, who was a pro-hero named Present Mic.

"Alrighty everyone, who's ready to roll!?" No-one answered. "Great response, so let's get straight into the exam! The exam is split into 3 stages, each of them prepared to measure your overall ability to the fullest extent. The first stage is the written exam, and will be held at the hall!"

Written exams. Kamijou was no genius, and he couldn't keep up with the schoolwork at Academy City, but he was one year ahead of everyone else in the room, and the Academy City curriculum should be much more difficult then what they have here. If he could pass the finals for his third year of middle school and his mid-terms in his mid-terms, he should have no trouble with this.

"You will have an hour to finish the paper. It is split into three subjects. Japanese, Math, and Sciences. There will be calculators provided, but don't communicate in any way, or you'll get disqualified!" Present Mic said enthusiastically

"The second and third phases of the exam will measure your physical and combat abilities. I will explain them further once you have completed the written exams, alright? OK, first of all, you'll be given a sticker with a number on it. This will be used to easily identify you, so please come forward and find your name and number on this sheet of paper!" Present Mic held up a sheet of paper and stuck in on a wall. "After you've seen your number, go to the table over on the right and find the sticker with your number on it, and then stick it somewhere where we can see it!"

Kamijou's number was 32.

After everyone had done that, Present Mic continued. "Are there any questions for me? This is your last chance!"

There were no hands raised, and it was dead silent in the room. "Alrighty, now, the five students who will be accepted into U.A. as recommended students will be decided at once at the end of the day. On each phase, there will be rankings on how students have done. The top five will be immediately accepted."

A girl raised her hand. "What happens to the rest of the students then?"

"The rest of the students will be offered to participate in the U.A. Entrance exam along with everyone else. The higher your rank, the more of an advantage you get in that exam. So do your best, even if you think you won't get the top 5."

This was good news for everyone, and many murmured their approval.

"Anyways, let's get started. The other two phases of the exam will be explained to you after the written one." Present Mic said, "Follow me to the exam centre!"

They stopped at a large classroom after walking for a few minutes. Kamijou was oddly calm, knowing that he should be familiar with the topic. He glanced over at Todoroki and Yoarashi, and they both looked normal.

Kamijou walked into the hall and sat down in a seat. There was a test in front of him, about 20 pages long. He had two hours. It was time.

It was 10 minutes after the first stage of the exam concluded. Kamijou had finished early, with about fifteen minutes left. He felt pretty confident, but he still double checked his answers. It was not that tough, and should have honestly took him a shorter time to complete.

He was on his way onto the venue of the second stage of the exam, being led on by Present Mic. He was walking with Todoroki and Yoarashi at his side. Yoarashi was on a ramble about the contents of the exam, and while Kamijou was actively participating in the one-sided conversation, Todoroki was ignoring both of them outright.

"So how about you Todoroki? How did you do in your test.?" Yoarashi enthusiastically asked.

"None of your business." Todoroki curtly said, walking faster to avoid him.

Yoarashi was taken aback, but thought to what Kamijou said to him the first time something like this had happened. He was just anxious about the test, and tension was high. That was why he was acting the way he was. His thoughts drifted to Endeavor and his cold, angry eyes. He was feeling the same thing from Todoroki.

Kamijou frowned at Todoroki, but before he could say anything, they had suddenly stopped. They were at a large sports ground, with a racing circuit and different tools scattered around a field in the middle of the 400m track.

"This is the second stage of the exam. It is a test of your physical capabilities. You will be separated into 8 groups, and each group will be at a different test, rotating around the circuit until the very end. There will be a long distance marathon race at the end, as it needs the whole circuit."

Kamijou was put into a group without Yoarashi or Todoroki. Instead, he found himself with the girl he had eyed at the start. On closer inspection, She has long black hair that is tied into a spiky ponytail with a single bang hanging on the right side of her face, and onyx eyes which resemble a cat.

There was little communication within the group; everyone there was competing against everyone else, after all. Kamijou barely noticed the other people in his group, and the only reason he recognised the girl was of her unique appearance and the fact that he also saw her beforehand.

There were 8 tests in total, and each of them measured a different physical ability. Muscular Tension, Muscular Power, Muscular Endurance, Cardiovascular Endurance, Reaction Speed and Movement Speed, also the Long Distance Race. Kamijou was at the station for measuring Muscular Endurance.

The test consisted of push-ups, situps, planks, walking lunges, and weight squats. The instructor standing over them recorded their score. 30 minutes were allocated for the completion of 50 of those activities each, the plank taking up 4 minutes. The faster the time taken for completing those activities, the better the score.

Surprisingly, use of quirks was prohibited in this stage, but Present Mic had made it clear that use of quirks was allowed in some of the stages.

This was not one of them. This test just measured pure physical ability. Quirks aren't everything, after all. You cannot rely on only one thing.

This, of course, benefitted Kamijou.

He blew past the competition in this one, finishing up at 25 minutes. The next to come was at 27, 28 minutes. Some didn't even make it past the 30-minute time limit.

Even the supervisor looked impressed by his time.

Cardiovascular Endurance was next.

The beep test.

Split into 21 levels, this infamous test was one even Kamijou had done before. Unfortunately, the use of Quirks was allowed.

Not everyone had a quirk related to speed or stamina, but they had things that would help them in the running. Kamijou didn't

When it came to doing the test, Kamijou finished at level 16. A very respectable score indeed, but he wasn't first.

4 people in his group outscored him. 1 even got to the final level.

It wasn't a bad score, but out of 45 candidates, only 5 would be chosen. If he wanted to become a recommendation student at U.A., this wasn't enough.

There was a 10-minute break until the next stage, a much-needed one at this point.

As Kamijou sat down, gulping down some water, he lost his grip on it, and it fell, spilling the contents all over the ground and onto his pants. "Such misfortune." Kamijou sighed. He had what looked like a pee stain on his pants.

Suddenly, a slender hand appeared from the side. In it was a large piece of paper towel. "You can use this." A voice rang out.

Kamijou looked behind him and saw that girl he noticed before. "Ahh, if you don't mind."

"Go ahead."

Kamijou took the napkin with his left hand and used it to mop up most of the water on his crotch, the water that hasn't already been soaked into the fabric at least.

The girl sat next to him. "My name is Yaoyorozu Momo. It's nice to meet you." She introduced herself. She had a manner of speaking kind of like some of the Tokiwadai girls that Kamijou had met before. She was elegantly speaking, with a polite and formal speech pattern. This girl was a typical rich girl.

"Likewise. My name is Kamijou Touma."

"You've done very well in the two tests we've already done. And I don't think I've seen you use your Quirk yet, which is very impressive indeed." Yaoyorozu complimented him generously.

Kamijou chuckled sheepishly. He set aside the now soaked paper towel onto his left side and rubbed his head. "Nah, I only did mediocrely in the beep test. You've done consistently well in both tests, however."

Her face flushed. "Oh, thank you. But I don't think I've seen you use your quirk yet, have you?" She asked.

"Well, that's because my quirk doesn't really help in these situations. It doesn't do much in most situations, to be honest." The signal came to signal the start of the next test. Kamijou propped himself up with his hands and stood up with a sweeping motion.

His right hand accidentally glanced the paper towel that was still lying there. A sound of breaking glass could be heard.

Kamijou frowned. He didn't notice what had caused Imagine Breaker to go off and straightened himself with a confused look on his face. "Well, good luck on the rest of the exams."

Yaoyorozu smiled. "Same to you. I hope we both pass this."

After he walked away, Yaoyorozu looked at the spot where the tissue used to be. 'What an interesting quirk…'

The next test was based on reflexes. Reaction speed. They went inside for this test, and it was a computer-based test assisted with Virtual Reality.

There was nothing really notable with the test, and the parameters in which his result was in was peak human level. Considering there were 4 others who had done better than him, it was a relatively lousy result.

The next test was the movement speed test. It came with a mixture of activities, including sidestep, long jump and high jump, and finally the 100m sprint at the end.

Kamijou did average compared to the others yet again. He was still at a peak human level he found.

He was getting worried at this point. Surely his ranking wasn't going to be in the top 5 after this. "Such misfortune…" he softly groaned.

The next few tests were relatively straightforward, and nothing of interest happened. Kamijou ranked at the middle, mostly in the top half, but never in the top 3.

The final test was the marathon. Everyone doing the exam gathered and walked together to the track, which had 8 lanes and stretched for what seemed like forever.

"This track is 10 kilometres long. There will be 8 participants for each heat, so who wants to go first?" Present Mic enthusiastically said. "Quirks will be allowed as well, so it'll be super exciting!"

There were a few hands up. Todoroki was one, surprisingly, in addition with a couple more people he didn't recognise.

"Me! I want to race first!" Yoarashi, seeing Todoroki raise his hand up, decided to raise his as well. He wanted to get along with Todoroki, and this race would be a great opportunity. A passionate race against someone was always a good icebreaker.

Kamijou was already tired from all those tests. He didn't have superhuman endurance or stamina, so he decided to wait until last to go. It wasn't like he was going to have a good result anyway. 4 kilometres was a long distance to someone like Kamijou without a quirk.

The participants of the first heat came up. Yoarashi was in the middle, standing next to Todoroki. "Hey, let's give it our all in this race, eh? You're super strong, so a race like this has bound to be passionate!" Yoarashi exclaimed.

Todoroki gave him a quick glare to shut him up, and then faced forward, focusing on the race. He didn't like hot-headed guys like those. Impulsive, annoying, and ultimately dangerous.

Yoarashi wasn't expecting a warm response. Todoroki had, twice, given him no acknowledgement. He assumed it was because of the race and the nature of the competition, and assurance by Kamijou convinced that Todoroki didn't really mean it, but he could see it in his eyes. They were the same eyes. Father and son. He couldn't sense hatred, but the coldness in them gave him chills.

'One more chance. After this race, I'll try again to make friends.' Yoarashi swore. Now it was time for the race. He could prove himself to Shouto Todoroki, to make him acknowledge his passion and power.

Yoarashi had seen Todoroki's power first hand. He had witnessed his performance in the previous tests, but he had never compared him with himself. There was no doubt that Todoroki was one of the top students here, maybe even the best. If he wanted to put up a good fight against a monster like that, he would have to give it his full attention.

"Are you ready?!" Present Mic yelled out. He was using his volume enhancer now. The competitors got into their starting positions. "Get set…" eight sets of knees came off of the ground. Present Mic took out an air horn and placed it near his volume enhancer.

"GOOO!" He activated the horn as he said that, and they were off.

Todoroki immediately took the lead, stacking ice in front of him to move far faster than everyone else in his heat.

'He's stacking ice on ice and moving like that? Damn, that's fast!' Yoarashi thought. 'Those were some mean eyes, but power-wise, he's the real deal, and then some! I'd better step up my game now.' Yoarashi was propelling himself forward using his wind, a high powered thrust machine.

He took it to the next level, and was slowly catching up with Todoroki. They were already miles ahead of all the other competitors.

The rest of the race was just Todoroki and Yoarashi racing against each other at full speed, one overtaking the other constantly. Finally, at the end of the race, it was Yoarashi who won.

'Ho-holy shit.' Present Mic looked at the timer. The times that they got were three minutes below the average for last year. 'We got a good bunch of rookies this year.'

After winning, Yoarashi heartily walked up to Todoroki. 'This is my chance to make friends with him! After our passion filled race, he has to acknowledge my attempts at friendship now!'

Todoroki was breathing heavily, standing still with his hands on his knees, looking down on the ground. He didn't come first, which was a disappointment. He felt a twinge of frustration towards Yoarashi.

"Yoo! That was one hell of a race, huh?" Yoarashi greeted. "My name's Yoarashi Yoraoshi if you didn't catch that the first time. I hope we can get along!" He stuck his hand out to him.

'Tch.' Todoroki's heart hardened. He looked up with an icy look in his eyes. "Don't get in my way." He growled, glaring at him with the frustration he felt not winning. He walked away from him, ignoring the outstretched hand in front of him.

Yoarashi, hand still out, watched as Shouto Todoroki walked away from him and his final attempt at friendship. It was certain now. There was no way he'd ever get along with Todoroki.

Yoarashi slowly walked back to the rest of the group. The second heat was just about starting now, but that didn't concern him.

'Those eyes, there's no doubt. They're the same as Endeavor's. At first, I thought it was just a family trait that passed down. Maybe he didn't mean it, so I ignored it. They had a cold feeling to it, but there was no hatred, no anger in them like Endeavor's. But now, I could sense something else in the eye. A fiery, negative emotion. Was it frustration? No, there was a bit of hatred in there.' Yoarashi darkly pondered.

'Heroes should have fiery, passionate personalities! They should hold no hatred or negative emotion for everyone, except for some villains. Even worse, people like those two, filled with hatred, I will never accept as a hero!'

The first heats had been completed, and it was finally Kamijou's turn for his turn. The hype that happened after the intense first heat was still etched in their memories.

Kamijou walked up to his lane and got into his starting position. He was more or less recovered from all the hard physical work he had gone through, and felt he could finish it fairly quickly.

The sound of the airhorn came, and they were off. Immediately, Kamijou dropped to the last place. He intended to save his energy for the last sprint and go at a slow pace at first.

Everyone else was already in front of him, and he could see quirks in action. He looked forward, and his eyes focused on two people at the corner of his eye, away from the end line. Their body language made it seem like one was confronting another.

Yoarashi and Todoroki. They did not look like it was a friendly confrontation. He saw Todoroki slap Yoarashi's hand away and walk elsewhere. Yoarashi froze in shock for a short while, and then went after him.

Kamijou sighed and ran faster. He might be needed to stop any potential dangerous action one might do to the other. He had a vague reason why Yoarashi might be pissed, but he had no idea why Todoroki was being so unfriendly. He still had a chance to patch that relationship up, and he intended to try.

Kamijou, now running full speed overtook two people close to the finish line, and finished 4th out of 6th. A good score for a person who had no power. But that was the least of his worries. He ran straight to where Yoarashi and Shoto were.

"I hate you. Those eyes you've got, they were exactly like that." Yoarashi spat out at Todoroki.

"Huh? Who the hell are you talking about?" Todoroki incredulously asked him. "I've got nothing to do with that, so leave me the hell alone! I don't want anything to do with you" Todoroki shouted at him. 'Why am I so worked up about this? Is it because he beat me in the race?'

He then tried to forcefully push Yoarashi out of his way, to continue onto the place they had to go after the race. Yoarashi took the blow, but was not happy about that.

He was seriously pissed off right now. Even he didn't know why he was feeling like that. Was it because of all the rejections he received when trying to befriend him? Was it because he held a grudge towards his father?

No. It was all of those reasons. It was all of those and a couple more, the fact that he actually used force to push him out of his way instead of asking, it was the cold eyes filled with hatred while ignoring his presence. His target was now walking away, with his back facing towards Yoarashi.

Wind was generated around Yoarashi. It was a decision that was half conscious, half unconscious. He sent a powerful gust of wind towards Todoroki, enough force to knock him onto the ground just like how he attempted to do so with his hands.

"I HATE YOU!" After saying that, he launched his attack at him. It would most definitely hit him, the element of surprise being a powerful weapon.

He instantly regretted it. This wasn't what a hero would do. If he could see his expression at that moment, his eyes would seem cold and filled with anger. Just like the eyes he hated himself.

Todoroki noticed a whistling sound behind him. It was the sound of the wind. 'He's attacking me?!' He got his ice ready to block the potential attack.

But a sound of shattering glass could be heard, and the wind attack disappeared, along with the ice that Todoroki created. Kamijou had arrived. "What were you doing, Yoarashi?" he shouted at him demandingly.

"I-I'm sorry. It was out of impulse, I never meant to hurt him." Yoarashi seemed plenty shocked about what he almost did.

Kamijou sighed. "I don't get the beef between you two, but can you please sort this out with words, not violence?" He addressed both of them.

By now, Present Mic had arrived on the scene. "All right guys, calm down! It's all just a friendly competition here, no need to be so worked up!"

Present Mic made them shake hands and make up, but you could still feel the tension between the two. Todoroki didn't seem to care much, and much of the atmosphere was caused by Yoarashi himself. He then escorted them to the next stage of the exam. "Kamijou, you'd better come soon. The next exam is about to start."

"Got it. I'll go to the toilet first." Kamijou called back. He began trudging to the male's toilet on the other side of the training ground.

'Seems like this grudge won't be over soon.' Sighed Kamijou. He didn't really get what the problem was, but it looked like it would be over for now. He looked at his right hand. 'I wouldn't have gotten there in time if I didn't use Lion's Roar… looks like it sometimes is a good idea to learn new techniques.'

He was actually 5 meters away when the wind attack was unleashed. Kamijou, having no choice, he sent his new technique forward at 5% of Imagine Breaker. It wasn't enough to trigger any fear from the invisible thing, so there was no harm done.

Kamijou flexed his hand. It did take a while for Lion's Roar to negate those attacks. It was probably because 5% wasn't a lot. He would have to use a higher percentage if the situation pertains to it.

He had to admit it, he didn't want to. The thing beyond the right-hand scares even himself, and therefore he was reluctant in using Lion's Roar.

He did his business and went to the rendezvous location for the next phase of the exam.

They were now in a large indoor complex, waiting for orders. The adults have gone in a sealed door to get ready for the next phase as well as to "evaluate" results. Before they left, they did say they would show the rankings of the exam so far, so everyone in the room was a bit tense.

Even though Todoroki and Yoarashi were sitting on opposite sides of the room, the tension between them was still thick. Occasional glares at each other, combined with aggressive body language contributed to that tension.

Kamijou Touma was sitting in the middle, acting to be a buffer between them. Beside him sat Yaoyorozu Momo, who for some reason kept following him around.

"So, what is happening between the two of them?" Yaoyorozu asked.

"I have no idea. They have some beef between them at first for some reason, but then it escalated when Yoarashi attacked Todoroki." Touma sighed.

"Yoarashi attacked him?" Yaoyorozu repeated, shocked. "Was anyone hurt?"

"Nah, I got there in time, and Yoarashi never meant to attack him anyway, so it was a weak attack," Touma revealed.

"Well, that's good that nothing happened at the end." Yaoyorozu paused and changed the subject. "What are your predictions for the leaderboards?"

"Well, Yoarashi and Todoroki are probably at the top, as well as you from what I've seen from you so far, you'd probably be at the top five as well." Kamijou offhandedly said. "I've done OK, but my quirk doesn't work on things like these. I'll be near the bottom." He sighed. "Such misfortune."

"Ah, don't worry about it," Yaoyorozu said. "You still have a chance to catch up, since the next exam will be what you're good at."

"Wait, what? What will it be on?" Kamijou asked curiously. There weren't many things he was good at.

The room suddenly went quiet. Yaoyorozu shushed him from talking. She smiled. "You'll see."

Present Mic came in the room, and behind him, a screen lit up. It was a table of names and scores based on the first few tests. The top 5 had a green highlight to their names. "The names with green are the ones that would go receive the recommendation. There is still one last exam left, so don't fret. This exam can be worth a lot of points, but it is hard to get."

Kamijou observed the table, and sure enough, there was Todoroki and Yoarashi at first and second respectively, and Yaoyorozu at 4th. He himself was at the middle of the table, dead average. "I guess this was expected," Kamijou thought to himself. "Looks like I gotta try really hard for this next test."

"So this next exam will be a practical one, and will measure your fighting ability. As you all know, fighting is an essential part of being a Hero, and since the physical tests don't exactly measure fighting ability, we have a practical, fighting exam to make those who have specialised quirks to show it off" Present Mic announced. "Every single one of you still has a chance to make it into the top 5. And even if you don't make it, you will still be invited to the regular exams, where you will receive a better advantage as you climb the ranks. Give it your all, lets go!" Present Mic turned and gestured for them to follow him.

They all went into another room, this time with more comfortable seating and televisions screens. It was obviously a waiting room. "You will be called up, 4 at a time, in a special order. Each of your opponents will be selected from a roster of teachers, who have been chosen for you due to compatibility with your quirk to allow you to showcase your power to the fullest."

Murmurs rang out through the room. Teachers? They were going to get destroyed!

"Don't worry, the teachers will have handicaps. Major handicaps, in fact, they wear weights holding half of their body weight. You'll all have a chance to beat them." Present Mic enthusiastically yelled out. "However, due to unforeseen circumstances, the Top 2 contenders shall face each other in a battle. This was decided due to the compatibility of the two quirks of Shouto Todoroki and Inasa Yoarashi, which would allow them to show their full strength. They will compete last."

Yoarashi and Todoroki glared at each other. It was now obvious to everyone that they had beef with each other. Whoever thought it was a good idea to pair the two together to fight needed to be fired. But maybe there was a reason behind all that. But either way, that would be an extraordinary fight.

"So we will call the names for the first wave of participants…Kamijou Touma, Setsuna Tokage, Yaoyorozu Momo and Juzo Honenuki come forward to the door and your battlefields…"

Aizawa was sitting in his office, deeply engrossed in his work. This was normal for a workaholic like him.

A tough looking man leaned over him. He was Sekijiro Ken, Vlad King. "Aizawa, do I have to participate this year in the Recommendation exams?" Aizawa was in charge of the final phase of the exams, the battle against one of the staff members.

"No, you aren't. Your Quirk wasn't compatible with any of them, and so I made the only two contenders who had quirks that could theoretically hold their own against yours fight each other for the test." Aizawa smirked. "Besides, it seems like they have conflict with each other, so this will be interesting."

Sekijiro roared with laughter. "let 'em fight it out eh? Nothing like a fight between rivals to make up."

"Indeed. They might even learn to respect each other." Aizawa looked at his watch, and sighed. "Looks like I'll have to get ready for my match."

Sekijiro was surprised. Aizawa was a man who didn't usually participate in these. Aizawa's quirk just wasn't suited for these things. He would most likely trounce the opponent, not letting them use their quirk at all. "Who are you fighting?"

"A boy by the name of Kamijou Touma. His quirk is similar to mine, so I'll have the pleasure for testing his ability." Aizawa rarely took pleasure from his work, but this was different. His own quirk was one of a kind, so seeing something similar to his made him interested, to say the least.

Aizawa stood up and went to the designated area for the fight. Kamijou Touma would be waiting for him there.

Kamijou Touma sat through the short briefing, and went onwards to the arena. It was the very same place where he fought Mirio Togata, one of the big three of U.A.

He was undefeated in that arena, so that gave him a bit of confidence. The someone he was going to be facing was a real pro-hero, someone on the very same playing field as All Might. Someone like that probably won't rely on solely their quirk, which means he had to outplay them in martial arts.

The arena was empty by the time he got here. Kamijou went to one corner of the fighting area, which was a rectangle. The fight would be over if one of them taps out, forfeits. Immobilisation as well as being out of bounds also resulted in a win.

However, Kamijou had a trump card up his sleeve. Lion's Roar, the technique he had gained from training with All Might. He didn't want to have to use it, due to its possible side-effects, but it was a valuable trump card. Just in case.

If he didn't win this match, it was over for him. He would have to participate in the regular entrance exam, and fight robots for the practical.

Robots are not supernatural, and thus his quirk won't help him do anything. He would most certainly lose.

But yet, Kamijou didn't feel nervous or anxious in this case. He didn't really care for becoming a hero, but getting a license would be helpful, but not necessary at all. So he didn't really care about this match.

He waited for another minute, and two men walked into the arena. One of them was a tall pale-skinned man with greasy shoulder-length black hair. He was dressed in all black, with a sort of scarf wrapped around his neck. The other one retreated into the stands, leaving the one wearing black to approach Kamijou.

He stood on the opposite side of the arena. "Let's get started and finish this quickly. "The man said. He looked up to the stands, where a camera has been set up. "This fight will be recorded and shown to others. Do I have your consent?"

Kamijou scratched his head. "Sure… I mean, I don't really mind it."

"Very well." The man took out some goggles from underneath the scarf and took it out. "Kamijou Touma. Quirk: Negation. You've been in conflicts such as the recent Endeavor thing. Time to see how good you really are." The man shot forward with speed such that Touma could barely keep up. It was absurd that a human could do something like this, especially with a handicap like that.

The man's eyes turned red for a second, his hair ignoring the force of gravity and pointing upwards. He was trying to erase Kamijou's quirk.

Except that didn't last long. A sound of breaking glass and the man's eyes and hair turned back to normal.

Kamijou realised the Imagine Breaker had gone off, and moved forward to attack. Aizawa jumped back.

"Hmm, looks like his quirk works on my quirk, which means his quirk is more fundamental and powerful that it. Maybe he'll put up a good fight after all." Aizawa looked up to the stands. "However, I still can use my scarfs." He glanced at the man at the stands, and activated his quirk. This would allow him to use his scarfs.

He sent the ends of the steel-tipped scarfs towards Kamijou at blinding speeds. It would do a lot of damage if it hit.

Kamijou saw it coming, and slapped both of them away in one swipe of his right hand. A loud glass shattering sound was heard, and the scarf retreated to Aizawa's neck. However, Aizawa's eyes were still red, and his quirk was still in use.

"Looks like he can negate the different side effects a quirk has as well… My quirk makes it so that the things nearby to my face have anti-gravity properties, which allows me to control my scarf in ways that are not possible usually. My quirk is still activated, which is weird. Looks like I'll have to deactivate, then reactivate it again." Aizawa did just that, in an instant. The scarf tips stood back up again.

Aizawa decided to focus on close quarters combat. HIs quirk was inferior to Kamijou's, so he had to fight him hand to hand, no quirks used.

Aizawa dashed towards him with so much speed that Kamijou instinctively jerked backwards, while Aizawa jumped and twisted his body into a flying kick that slammed against Kamijou's arms, held out in a block.

It wasn't a direct hit, but it had so much force behind it that Kamijou was sent a few meters back just from the momentum of the hit. His arms took most of the force, and they ached. "Shit… he's powerful!"

Aizawa pressed on his attack, ducking and weaving, using his scarfs to create feints and block Kamijou's vision. Kamijou looked for an opening, any opening, but could not find one.

Aizawa held one tip of his scarf and threw it forward with momentum, the tip reached speeds of a car. Kamijou held his right hand out to negate it, and he succeeded. However, the outstretched right arm was too easy a target to let go of, and Aizawa grabbed the arm and threw Kamijou over his shoulder, making him land face first into the dirt. Imagine Breaker went off, and Aizawa's eyes turned back to normal.

Aizawa still held Kamijou's right arm, and twisted it so that it could break in an instant. "You're holding back. Take this seriously." He growled.

Kamijou was reluctant to say the least. He didn't like fighting meaningless fights, such as this one. Aizawa didn't seem to agree. 'He's the type to only fight all out when someone's in true danger,' Aizawa analysed. 'I'll have to bluff him into thinking that one of his friends will be in trouble.'

Kamijou gritted his teeth in pain. He didn't want to fight back since Aizawa wasn't really a villain or someone doing wrong. There were nobody else's smiles riding on this. He would accept defeat then…

"If you don't take this seriously, I'll fail you, and Shouto Todoroki. I'll also expose his involvement with the Endeavor incident. In case you didn't know, it's illegal. The only reason you're out here a free man instead of being locked up is that you succeeded in solving the situation, and you had the No. 1 Hero on your side. I can't say the same for Todoroki." Aizawa said coldly, awaiting his response.

Kamijou was quiet for a moment, and then suddenly turned over with such force that Aizawa let go of his hand, and then sprang back to his feet. Aizawa, unbalanced, felt the need to jump backwards and retreat. He was right. An instant after he left back, a fist fiercely hit the air where Aizawa was standing. "I don't really care about myself, but don't go ruining somebody else's dreams, just because of me! For that, I'll beat you myself!"

Kamijou could sense that Aizawa wasn't a man to say something he won't do. He looked like a serious, no-nonsense person so Kamijou wouldn't take any risks. Not when Todoroki was involved. Aizawa smirked slightly. "Perfect. Let's see what you can do!"

This time, Kamijou was the one who went forward first. Aizawa defended using his scarf, activating and deactivating his quirk with such speed that Kamijou's negation of his scarfs only affected a bit of his combat ability.

Even so, it was incredible that Kamijou didn't get hit even once by the scarfs. He negated them every single time, using only his right hand, while simultaneously defending himself against Aizawa, even throwing some attacks at him, which, however, did not hit or do any damage. "He's good. He's got a lot of potentials, and his reactions and battle ability are high. However, he probably has not got any formal training."

Kamijou launched more attacking moves of his own, this time. Fists came dangerously close to Aizawa, but he slapped them away with his own arms and scarfs. It was like Aizawa had a few extra pairs of limbs.

The match had gone on for a few minutes now, and every single second of it was high-paced intense fighting. However, Kamijou still hadn't broken a sweat yet. 'His stamina is truly something' Aizawa noted. He was starting to feel some tiredness himself, but he wasn't sure if he could outlast Kamijou. It was maybe time to end this.

Aizawa launched a powerful roundhouse kick, which Kamijou ducked under. Aizawa used the momentum of the kick to make his body spin, launching his heel towards Kamijou's ducked head. Kamijou stood him tall, and the kick hit him in the ribs, knocking the wind out of him and sending him tumbling towards the ground.

Aizawa pressed forward, and used his scarfs to grab Kamijou's leg, far from his right hand which could neutralise those scarfs. He pulled, and Kamijou went flying towards Aizawa, at a high velocity. Aizawa stretched his hand out, and caught Kamijou's body in a clothesline, sending him crashing into the ground shoulder first.

Kamijou cried out in pain. He felt severe pain in his shoulder and upper arm, and he couldn't really move it. He didn't know it, but he had dislocated his shoulder from the impact of that fall he had taken. Quickly, Kamijou blocked the pain out and rolled out of Aizawa's range.

His left arm was now out of commission. Kamijou didn't dare test its limits, afraid of doing more damage to himself.

"Hmph. A dislocated shoulder is a big deal. How about you surrender now?" Aizawa preferred to keep the damage to a minimum. "You've fought valiantly, but you haven't beat me. I'll go all out soon, so keep that in mind for your next move." Aizawa said.

Kamijou gritted his teeth and stood up once more. He couldn't give up now. He rushed towards Aizawa with a roar.

"Fine. Be like that." Aizawa activated his quirk, and several tips levitated. It wasn't just two this time, it was more like 10. 'Don't think I'd limit myself to just one strip of my capturing weapon. I have multiple hidden within here.' Aizawa ran towards Kamijou, full speed, holding multiple tips of his capturing weapon in his hands.

There was no way in hell Kamijou could negate them all, and even if he could, he was bound to take a few massive hits and ultimately be captured. This seemed like the end for Kamijou.

Usually, Kamijou would have given up by now. He had severe injuries, and it was looking bleak. But then there was something riding on this. Another person's dreams were riding on this very battle. How on earth could Kamijou yield now?

Aizawa's capturing weapons sped towards Kamijou. He had his head down, seemingly already given up. He raised his right hand, presumably in surrender.

And he brought it down.

Sounds of an F1 race car rang out, and the tips all succumbed to gravity. Aizawa's quirk was forcefully shut down. 'What?! I thought he could only use his quirk on contact! Don't tell me he had a long ranged move after all-'

Aizawa's thoughts forcefully shut down. There was something, something coming out of that Right Hand of his. It shocked him, so much that he stopped in his tracks, his mind blank with fear. He didn't even notice Kamijou Touma rushing towards him with his fist drawn back for a punch.

The mysterious energy disappeared as quickly and suddenly as it appeared, but Aizawa took a while to regain his bearings. It stunned him, and that gave Kamijou a chance to actually hit him.

This was bad for him, Kamijou was only a meter away, and Aizawa had no way to evade. He could only watch on as a right fist smashed him on the cheek, with so much force that it sent him flying backwards, towards the boundary of the arena. If Kamijou could get him out of bounds, it would be all over.

Aizawa landed on his feet, after receiving that powerful punch. He still had some left in the tank, so he activated his quirk and sent all the tips flying towards Kamijou, who was pressing forward to finish the match.

This time, Kamijou was ready.

He weaved through all the tips, none of them hitting them. It was like he knew where they would end up before they even moved.

How could he had known, Aizawa wondered. Did he predict the movements, based on the moves he had used before? Had he predicted where they would end up, by analysing Aizawa's unconscious body movements?

It was a possibility. If it was true, if the precognition was real, then Aizawa could not imagine how much of a monster he would be if he had honed his power even further.

Aizawa had lost his only weapon. His quirk would do nothing to Kamijou, and Kamijou would counter anything that he threw at him.

But that didn't stop him. Aizawa abandoned the usage of his quirk, and faced him in true hand to hand combat. He was targeting the dislocated left arm.

He was tired, and the handicap was weighing him down, but he was still just a bit faster than Kamijou. He grabbed his left arm, in which Kamijou winced in pain, swept his legs from underneath, sending him face first towards the ground. If Kamijou fell now, he would be outside of the boundary of the arena.

However, Aizawa intentionally kept a soft grip on that left arm, careful not to do much damage, but Kamijou used that as an advantage, and jerked his left arm, pulling himself up with that force, while dragging Aizawa outside the boundary.

His arm screamed in pain, but he ignored it. It would heal eventually.

Aizawa showed signs of resistance, and they both were stabilized and wouldn't fall, so Kamijou lifted his knee in front of Aizawa, and kneed him in the gut. Aizawa doubled down in pain, and Kamijou used that slight moment of distraction to lift Aizawa up into the air with an arm drag, and smash him onto the ground.

Aizawa landed on the ground with enough force to knock the wind out of him, but no part of his body was still out of the boundary.

Kamijou's left arm was now completely useless, he could not move it without sending waves of severe pain outwards to his body. He would have to finish it then. He charged at Aizawa's body, wanting to push him out of the boundary.

But Aizawa was a pro-hero. He could take punishment, and he had faced a lot more than what he had done while fighting with Kamijou. He sprang back to his feet dynamically and charged at Kamijou himself.

Both fighters were charging at each other at high speeds, but one of them had their back to the danger zone. That was Aizawa.

When Kamijou got close, Aizawa attempted to punch Kamijou, but he ducked, and at full speed, Kamijou tackled Aizawa, and both men tumbled onto the floor, outside the boundary, at the exact same moment.

The man in the stands stood up and blew a whistle to end the match. "The match has ended. Final result: a draw."

It was all quiet for the next few minutes, as both were too exhausted to do anything else but lie there.

After the match, Kamijou was whisked away to the Nurses office, where Recovery Girl was there waiting. She expertly relocated his left shoulder, and tended to his bruised ribs. There was nothing she could do with her quirk, due to Imagine Breaker, however.

By the time Kamijou was cleared to go, everyone was almost done already. He met up with Yaoyorozu who congratulated him on his excellent result versus Aizawa. "You did very well back there, Kamijou. Drawing a match against a pro-hero, that's something to be proud of." She complimented. Apparently, the match had been shown to the others for entertainment purposes.

"Eheh… thanks, Yaoyorozu, but I took more damage in that match, and it was all down to luck anyway from my end. How about you, how did you do?"

"Not bad. I lost, though. I was fighting ectoplasm, and he overwhelmed me with numbers. I could have done better though, so I don't know how it would affect my rankings.

"Well, we'll just have to wait and see, right? The final matches should be ending soon. Who's having their matches now?" Kamijou asked.

"It's Todoroki versus Yoarashi. An exciting match, and it's a shame they won't broadcast it. I guess one of them wanted to keep this between them." Yaoyorozu sighed disappointedly.

Kamijou had a bad feeling about this.

Todoroki breathed heavily as he faced Yoarashi. The match had been going on for a while, and Todoroki was getting tired. Yoarashi's quirk was just too powerful, all his attempts to attack had failed.

But for some reason, Yoarashi was angry. He was superior in this match, while Todoroki was cornered and tired. It was essentially over. The ice created by Todoroki was manifesting a lot slower than usual, and that could not compete with the speed that Yoarashi's quirk produces.

Yoarashi was a hot-blooded individual. He hated those who didn't fight with their full passion, who look down on him with cold, uncaring eyes. Todoroki was the embodiment of those hates right now.

Yoarashi tried to give Todoroki one last chance. "Use your other side. Use it, and let's have a passionate battle of the ages! Use it, and fight me with your full passion! I am stronger than you, so stop acting like you're better than me! DO IT!" Yoarashi roared with pain and passion.

Todoroki didn't care. He would not use his fire side again. Against his father was a life-threatening situation, and against Kamijou was a one-off decision that he would never make again. He swore to himself now that he would make himself the strongest with just his right side, nothing else. So in response to Yoarashi's request, he only generated more ice near him to defend.

"…" Yoarashi looked down. He let out a scream of frustration, and activated his quirk, creating a real tornado having wind speeds of 250km/h. There was nothing Todoroki could do, the tornado blasting through the ice defence easily, flinging Todoroki around it and sending him flying at the wall.

"The match goes to Yoarashi, Todoroki is out of bounds!"

Yoarashi walked out without any comment.

They told them that the results needed a couple of hours to process, and everyone was free to leave after that.

Todoroki sulked in the corner, while Yaoyorozu and Kamijou were anxiously waiting for the whole 2 hours since they had nothing to do anyway.

Present Mic came in the waiting room, and posted up the results for everyone to see.

The rankings were displayed:

Yoroashi

Todoroki

Honenuki

Momo

Tokage

Touma

At first, Kamijou was happy that Yaoyorozu and Todoroki passed, but then reality dawned on him. He was in sixth place, and that did not earn him a spot within the recommended students of U.A.

But suddenly, Yoarashi stood up. "I refuse this recommendation. I will not be attending U.A. next year." This comment caused a commotion amongst everyone in the room. The one who ranked first, gave up his recommendation? Yoarashi then walked out of the room. On his way, Kamijou Touma blocked his way.

"Wait, why did you refuse it?" Kamijou demanded.

"I cannot attend the same school as him. That is all. I will be a hero, but not in U.A, and not with someone like Shouto Todoroki nearby. I will attend Shiketsu High, the other top school in Japan." He glanced at Kamijou and smiled slightly. "Congratulations. I forfeited, so you're in the top 5. You're a recommended student at U.A. now." With that, Yoarashi walked past Kamijou, who did not attend to stop him.

It was his decision, and Kamijou respected it. It did not seem like Yoarashi was going to abandon his dream of becoming a hero, so Kamijou was relieved. He turned back to Present Mic, who was closing the exam up.

"Those who have not made it, fear not, as there is still a chance for you to make it into U.A.! You will receive a free entry into the normal exams, with a small advantage which will be given based on the number of points you have earned." Present Mic continued on with the informative speech. "And finally, I would like to offer me and the other U.A. staff's congratulations to this year's recommended students: Shouto Todoroki, Juzo Honezuki, Yaoyorozu Momo, Setsuna Tokage, and Kamijou Touma!"

And that's it! Hope you enjoyed it! I'm also working on entirely rewriting the first few chapters, as I have recently got some good feedback on how shite it is. The rewritten chapters will probably come with the next chapter of this story, and the next chapter of my other story. Please review, especially on my characterisation, and the fight against Aizawa. Thanks for reading, and stay tuned for next time.